Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-12-03
DID NOT KISS HIM.
Burning Words Which Midnight Bell
Rang Out.

Burning Words Which Midnight Bell
Rang Out.
The front door of magnificent resi-
dence closed with a violent slam. Anthony
Jenlo, muttering angrily, came down the
steps. The door opened and little bow.
bright-eyed and full of mischief, came up.
Won't you bring me something p the
child called.
No, | won't" the man harshly replied.
You are so mean that L ought never to
give you anything"
" didn't mean to be bad"
. Yes, you did. You are getting so that
there is no living in the house with YOU"
You don't love me, then, do you ~
Nobody can love you when you are so
bad"
won't You let me kiss you ~
"No, won't. Go back into the house,
Jenlo hurried away. He was going to a
distant part of the State to be gone sew
eral days. L ought not to have spoken
to the little fellow that way" he unused
when he had boarded the train. He took
a newspaper from his pocket, glanced at
the headlines of fearful calamity, and
little boys sudden death" He turned the
" A child drowned"
ought to have kissed him." he unused.
"But was fretted," he said, in apology to
himself. "a man that's worried over bust
ness as much as | am don't know what he's
saying half the time"
The first thing he heard upon stepping
off the train at the end of his Journey was
the shrek of child He shuddered. and
a little face, dearer to him than his own
life, suddenly arose before him. Even
while engaged in the transaction of his
business he constantly heard, in the sweet
but troubled accents of a child, the words
:" You don't love me, then, do your"
At night he went to theater A little
boy ran out on the stage. Jenlo went to
his hotel. He tried to read. "You don't
love me, then, do your"
He went to bed, but could not sleep. He
tossed, was cold and then feverish. A mid
night bell rang out the words: You don't
love me, then, do your" At last he slept.
He saw several men carrying something.
covered with black shawl, on a litter:
When the men saw him they put down
their burden and hid their faces. He lifted
the black covering and saw he mangled
body of his boy. With groan he awoke.
must go home," he said al will not
wait until morning" He went to the sta
ton. A train was Just starting. He would
not suffer himself to dose. 1t was even
ing when he reached home. AS he neared
his house he heard man in speaking to a
companion say that the body of the bow
had not been recovered
'The little fellows father, they say. is
away from home"
"Yes, so | understand"
Jenlo hurried along the street. fMy
Godp' he said, SIS that hearse in front
of my house? No; it's carriage further
down."
Everything about the house was still.
He shuddered as he opened the front door
and entered the hall. Then there came a
loud yell of delight, and his boy bounded
down the stairs.
'Thank Godp' exclaimed Jenlo, catch
ing him in his arms; 'thank God ~
What did you bring me?"
81 didn't bring you anything, precious.
but tomorrow You may have anything
you want"
give had lots of fun since you've been
gone," said the boy, while his father. in
his happiness, still pressed him to his
bosom. 81 got an old cat upon the fence
and throwed stones at her, and she spit at
me and said 'wow-ow'; and Willie Babcock
punched her with stick, and she spit at
him and said, 'wow-cut-er-row'
The quiet sleep of thankful heart Wis
tied the father that night No midnight
bell rang out burning words A curly
head rested on his arm; a face of sweet
mischief in repose nestled close to his
bosom.-Arkansa Trareler.